I walked into the bedroom this morning to find the Prince standing naked beside the laundry basket, holding a single argyle sock in his hand and fuming.

"Why is it," he asked, "that out of all my socks, THIS is the only pair that I can never find the mate to even though I know I've washed every piece of laundry I own? Why is it the plain black socks never seem to misplace their mates?"

"It's not that the black socks never misplace their mates," I explained. "It's just that the black socks come in bags of 6 pairs, so each sock has 11 possible other socks to pair up with if its regular mate isn't around. See, your plain black socks are polyamorous, while your lone argyle there is monogamous because..."

"None of the other socks want to fuck it?"

Hmmmm... is THAT what's going on when you stick one sock into another, roll them up into a tight little ball and toss them into the sock drawer clusterfuck? I feel so naughty.

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